Page 30 of Borrowed
Head tipping back, jaw tight.
Moans so deep it vibrated the shower.
His release painted Leo’s back in thick warmth, running down his flesh like gluey drool.
And all I could do was watch as he licked it up into his mouth and spit it into Leo’s, forcing him to swallow every drop.
“Let me hear you whimper, Sister,” he said, his tongue still sticky.“Let me hear you beg to lick us clean.”
I couldn’t form words.I was broken.So wound tight I was going to explode.
“P-please.Toby.Please.I need.I need it.”
“Good girl,” Toby murmured afterward, like a knife dragging down my spine.“I’m proud of you.”
I almost came just from that.
“Yes!”I all but screamed.
And Toby smiled.
His voice curled around my spine, thick and sweet as poison.
“You did so good, keeping your hands off your dripping pussy,” he cooed, running his fingers through Leo’s damp hair.“Are you ready for your reward, Sister?”
I nodded before I could think, my eyes wide, mouth parted, heartbeat thudding so loud I swore Leo could hear it.
But Leo just smiled at me.
Soft.
Trusting.
He didn’t see it.
He didn’t feel the change in the air—the way Toby’s grin sharpened like a knife.
Toby pressed a kiss to the back of Leo’s neck.
Then, in one smooth, effortless movement, he wrapped his arm around Leo’s throat…
Crack.
The sound was wet and final.
Leo’s body slumped forward like a puppet with strings cut.His eyes were still open, lips parted like he was about to say something.
But there was nothing left.
Only silence.
Only me—trembling, frozen, my scream caught somewhere between horror and arousal.
Toby caught Leo before he hit the floor and cradled him like a lover for just a second longer before he let him fall.
Limbs tangled.
Skin cooling.
